Gwen's POV
I packed my things for school, walked to my bus stop, and waited for the bus to come. No body else was there except for me. There were only 5 days until it was time for the big move. I'm going to miss so many of the awesome friends I made, especially Duncan. I started to shed small tears and closed my eyes. Before I could open them, I felt a hard slap right across my face. I opened my eyes and to my surprise, nobody was there. It was like my mind was playing tricks on me. I looked around, nervous. Then, I felt I figure sneak up on me. "Boo!" It screamed. I jumped up, obviously terrified. I turned around to see that nobody was there. I started to sweat. I could've sworn......Nevermind, I just need to calm down. Finally, Heather walked in from the corner. "Wow Gwen, thanks for ditching me the other day. Y'know, I thought we agreed to be a team. Where were you?" she questioned me. I started to tear up thinking about the move again. "Well?" she continued. Before I could say anything, Duncan walked in. "She's moving away ok?" he responded to Heather. Heather had a shocked look on her face, almost passing as sympathetic. "Oh, sorry 'bout that, but this just means that we are going to have to pick up the pace on our investigation." Heather commanded. Duncan was patting my back as he always does when I'm down in the dumps. Heather took a seat to my left, joining us on the bench. "When are you leaving?" she stuttered. " In 5 days." I managed. Heather looked sad, then serious. "About Miss Miracle, I have some vital information that you might want to know. Duncan and I sat up as Heather pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. It was the locker note! ""Examine this carefully," she started, "I can prove that the person who wrote this is a male who has been enrolled in this school for 2 years." Duncan and I gave Heather a wierd look. "That x's out Courtney." Duncan said. "Trent too, he told me he's been at the school for 3 years now." I added. Heather smiled at us. "Now you're acting like detectives." Heather continued. "Gwen, remember orientation, when You, LeShawna, Bridgette, and I visited the school last year?" she asked. I nodded my head up and down. "Well, we went in one room which held the Boys Debate Club. For little samples, they gave us pieces of students work in a debate case. My sample was of an essay that a student wrote debating on why they think they should admit Drama CLub. I read it over and this person happens to mention how many years of experience they have had at the school, 2. Plus, it was very well written, organized, and convincing. Someone who could turn someone else into the most gulible person in the world, and a scholar. Which is so wierd cause boys are stupid." Heather explained. Duncan scoffed. "So, how does that prove that this person is Miss Miracle. Heather took out a piece of paper. It was the essay she's been blabbering about. "Look at the hand writing and look at the note," sher continued, "it's way too identical to be a mistake." I have to admit, I was pretty convinced. They dotted their eyes the same way, wrote in sturdy print the same way, and placed their punctuation marks in the same size! It was way too close. Duncan and I nodded in agreement. "So who do you think it is?" Duncan asked. The bus pulled up. "We'll talk about it, free period on the field, and don't be late this time." Heather commanded. We all walked onto the bus. This Heather sat down and pulled us into the three seater that she planted her butt in. "Hey!" Duncan compplained. "Just one more thing, I will continue feeding you information on this Miss Miracle if," she paused. Heather pointed to me. "If you come to my house on Wednesday." she continued. I had a strange look on my face. "You want me to come to your house?" I questioned. 'Well, my dad is sending me off to a lame-o reality TV show summer camp this summer if I don't prove to him that I am not and anti-social freak, and have friends. He thinks that I need to get out more in the outdoors and meet new people." I looked at Heather with a tiny smirk on my face. "Reality TV, don't you think that's a little too far fetched?" I asked her. "That's what I said. I hate the outdoors. Just come on Wednesday or this alliance is over!" she semi screamed. I shrugged and slouched in my seat. All of a sudden, I felt a tug. Duncan pulled me in for a kiss and we started making out. Finally, he pulled away. "Sorry 'bout that, just couldn't help myself next to such beauty." he charmed himself. Heather scoffed. "Ugh, plz just get a room you too!" she complained. "You're just mad because you and Alejandro aren't making out right now." Duncan responded. The bus stopped and Heather blushed. Duncan pulled me to a corner and we started making out again, in peace. Duncan and I walked to our locker, got our stuff, and wentt to 2nd period. We skipped first because of some event that the lower grades were doing. We were in Advanced Natural Talents Guitar class. Duncan pulled out a sheet of music from his bad. He called over, 'Hey Sweetheart, this is my favorite piece." He started playing the song that I wrote in 7th grade. I blushed. "And this is mine." I responded. I started playing a song much to Duncan's embarrassment. "Crap, where'd you find that?" he asked. "I guess I'm not the only one who has written a song." I joked. We both started to laugh then Duncan said, "I love you babe." He said it in a soft shy voice too. "I love you too." I said as I held his hand. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and I noticed that he blushed. He was nervous about something, I could just tell. "Ok, what are you so nervous about?" I asked him. He pulled out a rose with midnight blue petals on it, my favorite. "This is for you." he said as he handed me the flower. 'It's beautiful Duncan, thanks." I thanked him. "No problem gorgeous, just didn't want you to think that I was a sap." I chuckled. "I think it's a little too late for that." I joked. Duncan punched my arm and we stared into eachother's eyes. "You're eyes are beautiful." he complimented me. I blushed again. "Man, you gotta stop doing that." I semi complained. "Why?" he asked. "Cause it's like I'm falling in love with you all over again." I replied. This time, he blushed in approval. We shared one last hug and the bell rung.
I packed my things for school, walked to my bus stop, and waited for the bus to come. No body else was there except for me. There were only 5 days until it was time for the big move. I'm going to miss so many of the awesome friends I made, especially Duncan. I started to shed small tears and closed my eyes. Before I could open them, I felt a hard slap right across my face. I opened my eyes and to my surprise, nobody was there. It was like my mind was playing tricks on me. I looked around, nervous. Then, I felt I figure sneak up on me. "Boo!" It screamed. I jumped up, obviously terrified. I turned around to see that nobody was there. I started to sweat. I could've sworn......Nevermind, I just need to calm down. Finally, Heather walked in from the corner. "Wow Gwen, thanks for ditching me the other day. Y'know, I thought we agreed to be a team. Where were you?" she questioned me. I started to tear up thinking about the move again. "Well?" she continued. Before I could say anything, Duncan walked in. "She's moving away ok?" he responded to Heather. Heather had a shocked look on her face, almost passing as sympathetic. "Oh, sorry 'bout that, but this just means that we are going to have to pick up the pace on our investigation." Heather commanded. Duncan was patting my back as he always does when I'm down in the dumps. Heather took a seat to my left, joining us on the bench. "When are you leaving?" she stuttered. " In 5 days." I managed. Heather looked sad, then serious. "About Miss Miracle, I have some vital information that you might want to know. Duncan and I sat up as Heather pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. It was the locker note! ""Examine this carefully," she started, "I can prove that the person who wrote this is a male who has been enrolled in this school for 2 years." Duncan and I gave Heather a wierd look. "That x's out Courtney." Duncan said. "Trent too, he told me he's been at the school for 3 years now." I added. Heather smiled at us. "Now you're acting like detectives." Heather continued. "Gwen, remember orientation, when You, LeShawna, Bridgette, and I visited the school last year?" she asked. I nodded my head up and down. "Well, we went in one room which held the Boys Debate Club. For little samples, they gave us pieces of students work in a debate case. My sample was of an essay that a student wrote debating on why they think they should admit Drama CLub. I read it over and this person happens to mention how many years of experience they have had at the school, 2. Plus, it was very well written, organized, and convincing. Someone who could turn someone else into the most gulible person in the world, and a scholar. Which is so wierd cause boys are stupid." Heather explained. Duncan scoffed. "So, how does that prove that this person is Miss Miracle. Heather took out a piece of paper. It was the essay she's been blabbering about. "Look at the hand writing and look at the note," sher continued, "it's way too identical to be a mistake." I have to admit, I was pretty convinced. They dotted their eyes the same way, wrote in sturdy print the same way, and placed their punctuation marks in the same size! It was way too close. Duncan and I nodded in agreement. "So who do you think it is?" Duncan asked. The bus pulled up. "We'll talk about it, free period on the field, and don't be late this time." Heather commanded. We all walked onto the bus. This Heather sat down and pulled us into the three seater that she planted her butt in. "Hey!" Duncan compplained. "Just one more thing, I will continue feeding you information on this Miss Miracle if," she paused. Heather pointed to me. "If you come to my house on Wednesday." she continued. I had a strange look on my face. "You want me to come to your house?" I questioned. 'Well, my dad is sending me off to a lame-o reality TV show summer camp this summer if I don't prove to him that I am not and anti-social freak, and have friends. He thinks that I need to get out more in the outdoors and meet new people." I looked at Heather with a tiny smirk on my face. "Reality TV, don't you think that's a little too far fetched?" I asked her. "That's what I said. I hate the outdoors. Just come on Wednesday or this alliance is over!" she semi screamed. I shrugged and slouched in my seat. All of a sudden, I felt a tug. Duncan pulled me in for a kiss and we started making out. Finally, he pulled away. "Sorry 'bout that, just couldn't help myself next to such beauty." he charmed himself. Heather scoffed. "Ugh, plz just get a room you too!" she complained. "You're just mad because you and Alejandro aren't making out right now." Duncan responded. The bus stopped and Heather blushed. Duncan pulled me to a corner and we started making out again, in peace. Duncan and I walked to our locker, got our stuff, and wentt to 2nd period. We skipped first because of some event that the lower grades were doing. We were in Advanced Natural Talents Guitar class. Duncan pulled out a sheet of music from his bad. He called over, 'Hey Sweetheart, this is my favorite piece." He started playing the song that I wrote in 7th grade. I blushed. "And this is mine." I responded. I started playing a song much to Duncan's embarrassment. "Crap, where'd you find that?" he asked. "I guess I'm not the only one who has written a song." I joked. We both started to laugh then Duncan said, "I love you babe." He said it in a soft shy voice too. "I love you too." I said as I held his hand. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and I noticed that he blushed. He was nervous about something, I could just tell. "Ok, what are you so nervous about?" I asked him. He pulled out a rose with midnight blue petals on it, my favorite. "This is for you." he said as he handed me the flower. 'It's beautiful Duncan, thanks." I thanked him. "No problem gorgeous, just didn't want you to think that I was a sap." I chuckled. "I think it's a little too late for that." I joked. Duncan punched my arm and we stared into eachother's eyes. "You're eyes are beautiful." he complimented me. I blushed again. "Man, you gotta stop doing that." I semi complained. "Why?" he asked. "Cause it's like I'm falling in love with you all over again." I replied. This time, he blushed in approval. We shared one last hug and the bell rung.
